All those who were present, laughed. I couldn’t. The recalled images and the current pictures were interchangeable. A fl ame of the interchange fl ashed. It gripped my remotest memory that I had once felt like a changeling born into the wrong family. And that particular feeling was strangely familiar. It only grew more and more peculiar as the laughter approached my hearing.
Then I particularly heard mother’s untamed laughter with a daring voice.“Kick the air? Too old to kick? Since when the battle plane has become a chicken?”